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Dying? Oh, darling I would love to.

“Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.

Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down (via indestructible-manifestations)

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As I’ve gotten older, the idea of starting over (no matter what it is in life) doesn’t seem so scary anymore. Sometimes it’s necessary.

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I don’t think It’s accurate To say I want to die. I’m just getting No enjoyment From the life I’m living Right now.

M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

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You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It’s all about survival; it’s all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in…

Nick Hornby, How to Be Good (via wordsnquotes)

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I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.

Franz Kafka (via wordsnquotes)

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Sometimes you feel like a storm trapped inside skin, and you can’t quite explain the lightning in your voice or the tsunami in your eyes, because no one asks for a hurricane when they can barely handle a little rain.

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You were better to the ones that were worse for you. And worse to the one that was better for you.

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via thelovejournals)

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A soul mate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life.

Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love (via thelovejournals)

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Her soul contained tiny fragments of the universe. Her mother’s laugh that comforted her, the hint of brown in her lovers eyes, her galaxy backed journal. She was everything from her favourite song to her innermost thoughts at 3 am. She was the tears that she drowned in at 2 am and the songs she hummed at 2 pm. She was the coffee she drank on a rainy day and the books she read in the summer. She was every place she ever visited and every place she was yet to encounter. She was every boy she liked and every boy she didn’t. She was every page of poetry she wrote and every conversation she ever had. She was the person you ran to at 3 am sobbing. And every person you smiled at 9 am. She was like a piece of unfinished poetry or your favourite novel missing the last page. A beautiful enigma that was just waiting to be solved by the right person.

thewriterthatnobodynoticed (via wnq-writers)

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This year will take from me the hardened person who I longed to be. I am healing by mistake. Rome is also built on ruins.

Eliza Griswold, “Ruins” (via wordsnquotes)

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Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about if you loved me you would.

Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via wordsnquotes)